Whispers in the Dark-Chp4

The clock ticked as if in slow motion as Joey lay on his bed waiting for his Whisperer to come. He tossed and turned restlessly, laying on his back once in a while to smooth the satin robe he put on after he brushed his teeth and took a dump. He double-checked the clock on his bedside table. It was showing 5 minutes to midnight. Sighing, he rolled back and stared at the ceiling for no particular reason. He had to admit, as much as he hated this ritual, somewhere deep down inside him, he was rather nervous and a little excited, if not curious, as to how he was going to go through with this ritual and finally be mated to his Whisperer.

Millions of faces crossed his mind as he imagined what his Whisperer would look like. Would he look like the one in the picture Solomon showed them? Would he be handsome or ugly? Would he be tall or short? Would he be fat or thin? Would he be as muscular as a body-builder, or as plain as a nerd? Would he have an impressive package, or would it be no bigger than a pencil? Come to think of it, would he even be able to fit in? He had never stuck anything larger than his own middle finger whenever he diddled himself, so who’s to say that he could even manage an average-sized cock?

His thought ground to a halt as he heard flapping of wings outside his window. Tea had instructed everyone to leave their windows open for their Whisperers to come in, and he could tell by the soft footsteps that his Whisperer, whoever it may be and whatever it may look like, had landed and was making its way through the window. Once he heard the sound of the window closing shut, he knew that this was it. This was the moment he’d been dreading for ever since he got here. Hurriedly, he pulled the blanket up to his chin and shut his eyes tight, hoping that everything would over and done with.

In the darkness, he could hear sounds of sniffing and the padding of feet on the carpet as the Whisperer moved around looking for its intended. A very soft torrent of whispers echoed through the room, and got closer and closer towards his direction. Joey can only imagine that the Whisperer had found him and was moving towards him. He dared not open his eyes as he felt a hand caressing his cheek, making him flinch a little. The hand traveled along his cheek, his jaw and onto the other cheek. It felt almost warm and velvety, with a hint of tender loving care in between, as if Joey was a porcelain doll and any harsh moves would break him.

A pressure on the bed beside him indicated that the Whisperer had climbed up the bed and was ready to mate. Joey’s breath quickened as he felt a pair of lips touch his forehead, then the tip of a tongue running down from the middle all the towards the tip of his nose. Another soft torrent of whispers followed as the Whisperer continued to trace its tongue along the underside of his eyes and one of his ears. The whispers bundled one upon the other until it sounded too incoherent for Joey to be able to pick up a single word. As he felt hands cupping both his cheeks, the whispers died one by one to reveal only one word:

“Eyes…”

Without even knowing it, Joey’s eyes flipped open, only to be greeted with a pair of icy-blue orbs that stared intently at him. Against all the little voices in his head telling him to close them again, his eyes, and heart, were drawn towards the orbs as the Whisperer’s hands slowly departed from his face to roam around the rest of his body. Skilled fingers began to remove the satin robe off his shoulders and run along his honey-tan skin. Joey didn’t know why, but he couldn’t tear his eyes off the Whisperer’s blue orbs. No matter how he wished to look away so that he could study the rest of its body, the blue orbs seemed to fixate him on the spot. It was both soothing and terrifying to look at the eyes that had seen through the sands of time and outlived many centuries of human mankind. There was a hint of dominance and supremacy in those eyes, as if the Whisperer was someone powerful and not to be reckoned lightly with, and that he was in control and will get whatever he want one way or another.

Joey’s breath hitched as he felt the Whisperer’s fingers rubbing lightly against his nipples, pinching them once in a while until they were a pair of rock-hard nubs. He didn’t think that it would immediately start getting it on, but who was he to stop this? The Whisperer finally released his visual hold on his intended to give those nubs a little more attention than just rubbing. Joey wanted to take the opportunity to study his Whisperer’s features but his intentions were all thrown out into the abyss as he felt something wet, warm and slick drawing circles around one of his nipples.

“Oh, god…” Joey moaned as the Whisperer licked and sucked at his nipple, nibbling it occasionally as his other nipple was rubbed quite aggressively between the Whisperer’s thumb and index finger. The other hand snaked downwards between his thighs and slowly spreading them to accommodate its legs, and without warning, it traced its fingers along his cock before beginning to search for Joey’s clit. For a hermaphrodite, even though the penis serves no sexual purpose, thus it would never get hard, but its nerves within it are enough to add stimulation for the body and the rest of the nether regions, and Joey was thoroughly enjoying this experience, even though his mind was telling him to shut it out.

“G…God…Fuck…So…good…”

Joey’s lack of articulation was getting worse as his whole body tingled with the sensual overload. The Whisperer continued to assault both his nipples with its tongue and talented fingers as the other hand begin to massage and diddle his clit. Joey wondered for a moment how experienced this Whisperer was. Had he did other people before him? Was he its first or just one of many young teen herms it had screwed in its long immortal life? But right now, he couldn’t think very straight. He could feel the Whisperer trying to fit in three fingers, one after the other, to stretch his pussy while its thumb continued to tickle and rub his clit. Joey hissed at first in pain when it slid in the second finger, and whimpered as he tried to resist the third finger, but once it reached over and pressed its lips onto Joey to distract him, the third finger slid in quickly and Joey could feel the sting as his virgin was broken.

“Aah…Aah…! Please…stop…Aah…!”

Tears began to flow out of his eyes as the sting came over and over again with each finger thrust the Whisperer made. Joey arched his back in pain at every move the Whisperer—his mate—made with its hand as it finger-fucked him gently at first, then quicken the pace bit by bit. When he felt something within being brushed lightly by its middle finger, all pain suddenly disappeared and pleasure began to settle in, shooting its doses all the way from the tip of his head to the tip of toes.

“Oh…god…Do…Do that again…!”

His mate edged its fingers deeper, hitting his G-spot over and over again, making sure that his nipples were not neglected. Joey couldn’t contain his voice as he howled in pleasure at this blissful torture his mate was putting him through. The pit of his stomach began to tighten and he knew he was done for.

“I’m gonna cum…God, I’m gonna cum…I’m cummin’…!!!”

Wave after wave of euphoria hit him like a bullet train as he came violently. His mate held down his hips lightly with its own body weight as it continued to diddle his clit to maximize his pleasure. As he tried to settle down from the ride, he could tell from the blue orbs that his mate seemed to enjoy the sight of his ecstasy. With the window shut and no light coming in, Joey was disappointed yet again for unable to see his mate entirely. He could only make out silhouettes of his mate’s body and larger-than-life wings, and of course the soft glow of its icy-blue eyes.

“I’m guessin’ ya enjoy seein’ me like dis, cummin’ like a bitch?”

The Whisperer didn’t reply. Instead it licked its fingers it used to finger-fuck him, tasting his cum and purring in delight. It then spread the rest of his wet cum around his pussy, lubricating it. He saw it removing what seemed like the shape of a loincloth off its waist and was positioning itself between his legs, spreading and lifting them even wider for the grand entrance. His heart thumped hard once more as he felt its cock rubbing against his pussy to lubricate it with his cum. He could tell from the feel of it that it was a rather impressive size. This is it, Joey thought. He’s gonna fuck me. He’s gonna fuck me blind n knock me up real bad…

“Wait!” Joey said before his mate made any move. “I…I…At least lemme know ya name. I wanna at least know da name of da father who sired mah little kid.”

His mate seemed hesitant at first. Joey didn’t know what possessed him to ask such question, but he had to know. He had the right to know. Slowly his mate lowered itself to lay a chaste kiss on his lips before replying in the midst of the soft torrents of whispers.

“Seto…”

With that, he felt himself being filled slowly. He was supposed to feel pain with this intrusion, but somehow, the ecstasy that has yet subsided diluted the supposed pain and replaced it with another sensation of pleasure. His mate who called itself Seto lifted Joey’s legs higher and shifted its angle so it would be able to find his sweet spot easier. Seto moved at a slow and steady pace at first to push its cock deeper into Joey, then moved faster and deeper until its cock was engulfed to the hilt and finally rammed full force into his G-spot.

“Oh God! Yes! Yes! Yes! Right there, gods, ya so good!”

He could hear Seto’s purr and tiny grunts as it continued to ram harder and deeper into Joey, assaulting his G-spot over and over again. Sexual drive overtook Joey as he wrapped his legs around its waist, bringing it deeper. Purrs of pleasure escaped Seto’s throat as it supported itself with its elbows on the bed as it pounded into Joey, kissing his lips and pinching his nipples at the same time, making Joey scream with pleasure as he came over and over again until he lost count. If that was how women felt every time they had sex, he wouldn’t trade it for the world.

“Oh fuck! I can’t…stop cumming…Ya…Ya drivin’ me crazy, Seto…! God, ya so good, n big, n…oh god, I’m cummin’ again…!!!”

All sense of reservation and anger and hate towards Whisperers be damned if this was how the herms before him felt when their virginity had been taken by these magnificent creatures. How could he hate someone who was giving him so much pleasure? How could he deny someone so beautiful in form and physique to sire his child? He almost felt the pact he made with his friends slipping away as he was being fucked by every position possible, his G-spot found and ravaged immediately every time, sending in wave after wave of sexual bliss without a moment’s pause in between. Its huge cock moving in and out of him, tingling his senses from within and every fiber of his being, was almost unbearably exhilarating, and Seto did all that without neglecting the rest of his body as it moved and roamed and massaged and tickled and stroke every part of his body while its mouth tasted his mouth both in a mix of tenderness and passion that could rival all expert kissers. Joey was going out of his mind moaning and screaming and groaning with pleasure until his throat gave out.

“Ya…Ya killing me, Seto…I’m cummin’ like crazy…Can’t stop…God, I can’t stop cummin’…!”

Suddenly he felt something warm and huge within his nether regions and it was getting warmer and larger by the minute. He searched Seto’s eyes for an answer and saw that Seto’s blue eyes were slowly darkening to black with lust and ache. Its breath was almost hyperventilating and its grip on his hips tighter. He knew then that Seto was close, no, more than close, it was about to explode, but it was holding back so long just to pleasure its mate. Joey was suddenly touched with the fact that his mate cared about his pleasure above anything else and was willing to hold back its aching release. It must’ve hurt his mate really bad.

“S’okay, Seto, s’okay,” Joey whispered as he tentatively reached from behind Seto to massaged its sac, earning a pleasurable hiss from his mate. “Cum inside me. Shoot me full.”

With one last thrust, Joey felt Seto’s seed fill him up and overflowing as Seto groaned quietly in its release. His room soon echoed with louder versions of the torrents of whispers, and soon the whole hotel, as Seto twitched and writhed as it emptied its seed into Joey’s womb. Joey could only assume from the loud whispers that he, along with his fellow herms, must’ve completed his ritual as Seto’s seed combined with his, preparing to transform into a living being created by both he and Seto. It was over. Everything was said and done. Now his mate was going to leave him alone and…

Joey’s thoughts were broken when he felt arms wrapping around him and soft muffled thumping noises in his ear. He looked and saw Seto had held him against its chest in an almost possessive way while catching its breath. His eyes had long since adjusted to the dark but he still couldn’t make out his features except his eyes. Was it that Seto used some sort of magic to cloak itself so as not to let its mate see it and get attached? Was it that Seto had cast some sort of spell on the room for the same reasons? How could it deny its mate the right to at least get a glimpse of its face so that if his child, if found Human-dominant, asked of his father, he could at least describe how the father looked like? How could it be so cruel as to leave him out in the dark, wondering who the one to sire his child was and question its appearance, not knowing whether or not that it truly cared…?

Seto must’ve heard Joey sobbing as tears poured out of the honey-brown eyes of the younger boy, for it lowered its head and tilted Joey’s head upwards to press its lips against his, kissing him softly and tenderly and licked all the salty tears away. Joey’s heart was filled with mixed feelings as Seto continued to shower butterfly kisses all over his face and lick the tear directly from his eyes in such a loving way that Casanova would’ve been rendered an amateur. Joey couldn’t understand: if he hated Whisperers so much and had dreaded this moment since he learnt of his fate from his parents, why did his heart ached so badly at the thought of Seto leaving him? If he hated the idea of giving up his virginity to a total stranger—someone he didn’t even know—instead of someone he truly loved, why did it feel so good? If he never wanted to have a Whisperer’s child, why did he feel so happy being knocked up? If he had wished this deal never existed, why did he feel so glad that Seto was alive? If he had nothing would make him happier than having his child being Whisperer-dominant so that he didn’t have to look after it and live a carefree life, why did he feel so angry for making the stupid pact with his friends? If he didn’t want to see another Whisperer for as long as he lived, why did his heart feel like it was going to break into a million pieces when he remembered Solomon telling him that Whisperers would only appear twice in his life? If…Why…?

“Don’t…cry…”

Joey’s heart clenched painfully in his chest at Seto’s soothing words in the usual midst of torrents of soft whispers. He couldn’t contain himself any longer. He buried his face onto Seto’s chest and wailed like a little child, letting all his mixed emotions out in a stream of tears. Seto continued to hush and stroke Joey’s hair and back as he hugged the younger boy closer, kissing his forehead.

“Sorry…Hurt…?”

Joey shook his head. Even though Seto spoke to him in no more than two words, he seemed to understand what it was trying to say.

“No…Ya dinna hurt me…It was…It was the first n best sex I ever had…”

“Why…cry…?”

“I dunno…I dunno, OK?! I just…dunno…!”

“Don’t…cry…”

“Why? Why are ya treatin’ me so nice? Ya don’t ev’n know me…”

“Shh…Puppy…”

Joey was taken aback. He looked up and asked, “What did you just call me?”

“Puppy…”

“Is this some kind of joke?!” Joey sat up suddenly, unable to believe his ears.

“Puppy…?”

“Stop it! Stop callin’ me dat! Only mah mother, mah real ‘mother’ calls me that! No one else calls me dat but him! How did ya know mah…?”

“Angry…?”

“Of course Imma angry! This is mah nickname we’re talkin’ ‘bout! No one but mah ‘mom’ calls me dat! No, don’t touch me!”

Seto stopped in its tracks. It was about to reach out to calm Joey down but Joey’s harsh tone kept it at its place. At first it looked at him with slightly surprised eyes, then slowly its eyes softened and narrowed to the point where it became the original ice-cold, authoritative look. It swiftly moved towards him, pinned him down onto the bed without giving Joey a chance to struggle and leaned over to bite his left earlobe. Joey, as he tried to worm his way out of Seto’s grasp, remembered briefly about Solomon telling them that once the mating ritual is done, the Whisperer would bite the left earlobe of their intended to mark them showing that their ritual is fully complete and that their deal has been fulfilled. Solomon did warn that there would a slight burning feeling because the Whisperer’s teeth, while marking them, had some sort of tattooing effect so that it’ll be easier for the humans and Ethereal Clan people to spot and differentiate the ones that have already done the ritual and the ones that didn’t.

As forewarned, Joey felt the burning sensation on his earlobe as he was marked. After a couple of minutes of burning pain, Seto lifted itself off him and started to dress up in its loincloth. Joey knew he was truly leaving now, and that he would never see him again until the delivery day.

“Wait! I still wanna know how ya…”

“Sleep…” Seto commanded as it blew at his eyes. Within seconds, Joey was sent into Dream Land by Seto’s Breath of Draught. It had always been the tradition by the Whisperers that as soon as they consummate the deal, they must straightaway put their intended to sleep as not to further complicate the situation. Seto didn’t know what possessed it to prolong the ritual by engaging small talk with this human. Its brother had always reminded it time and time again that Whisperers should not succumb into emotion.

As it opened the window to let the moon in to shine onto his chocolate brown hair, Seto couldn’t resist having one last look at the golden honey-brown human that was its intended.

“Beautiful…puppy…” Seto sighed as it jumped off the window to join its fellow Whisperers back to the Yami Forests.